You walk in alone and sit by the bar not saying a word to anyone. It’s a strip club but your intense  and filling the room with tension. You stare at the girls as they dance in front of you barely blinking or moving a muscle. The dollars you hand out are few and far between. When you choose a girl for a lap dance she’s usually the least attractive girl in the club to fuel your inferiority complex. After having your balls crushed for forty five minutes you go back to the bar and order a Budweiser with a shot of tequila because now “it’s a party”. Look out for you cruel world your coming to get it, and this party don’t stop until every person in the club is a little nervous that one of the girls dancing may never be seen again after you kidnap and murder her.